CHAPTER 133: ENDLESS PLEASURE [PART 2]

"Drevon..." I began, my throat scratchy from all the screams.

"Don’t speak," he said, pressing a kiss on my lips. "Sleep."

My eyelids grew heavy, but my throat was dry. "I’m thirsty."

Drevon grunted as he picked me up, with us still joined, my legs wrapped tightly around his muscular waist.

"You can let me get it myself, you know," I muttered, exhausted.

"Not a chance," he replied, walking us to the table and placing me on top.

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. I was getting stimulated again.

"I won’t disappear," I said as Drevon poured water into the crystal goblet.

"I know." He positioned the goblet at my lips, and I took a drink, finally relieved.

He set the goblet back and poured again.

"Drevon..." I began, sensing his sudden shift of mood. He may not be angry anymore, but I could feel something weighing on him.

I don’t know how I did, but I knew what.

Drevon drank from the goblet, finishing a full cup. Gosh! He was just as thirsty as I was. The water spilled down his chin, and I used my tongue to wipe it clean.

"Damon doesn’t matter."

His entire body went still.

He dropped the goblet and gave me his attention. "I know, sweetheart. I know where your heart is..."

I blushed. I haven’t made any confessions to him, but he sounded so sure, as if he could see right into my soul.

"It’s Damon I’m worried about."

"What do you mean?"

He paused but eventually answered. "I saw the look in his eyes. I know my brother, like myself. Sometimes it’s eerie how opposite we are, as alike."

"Drevon—"

"He wants you."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I frowned. "I don’t want him."

"That’s the thing, Eloise, he’s as persistent as I am. Do you think he’s going to stop?"

"I don’t want him!"

"I’ll have to make a choice."

"W-What?"

He cupped my cheeks. "A choice that has to do with becoming the only son in the Balthar family."

My eyes widened at his words. Does it mean he’ll kill him? No! I do not want to be the reason Drevon will do such a thing.

"You both may have your differences, but he’s still your brother!"

"He was never a brother."

I get how broken his family was, but... "He’s the crown prince," I uttered, trying to bring reason to the table.

But Drevon’s silence, and not his usual amusing gesture, was scaring me.

"Eloise..." he muttered, placing his forehead on mine. "Have you ever thought of a life outside Valkanor?"

I blinked. "Drevon..."

"In the countryside, where there’s greenery, a manor or a castle, any of your choosing."

"Drevon..." I said again. "What are you trying to say?"

His hand moved from my cheeks and held my thighs firmly before shoving his waist forward.

"Mmmhnn—"

"The Fates will come. If they make one decision that doesn’t make you my Queen... I’ll leave it all."

What?

I was in shock, but I only had a few seconds to do so as several moans fled from me as Drevon continued his thrust.

My hand dropped to my sides, holding the wood for balance, as the contents on the table fell to the floor in loud crashes.

This was one of the extra chambers, not Drevon’s. How many of the extras have we ruined in just one day? I had a hard time counting.

The table creaked, going back and forth.

"Drevon..." I rasped. "You don’t have to—the e-empire is... is... is... Mmmhhhhhhnnn—!" I screamed when he hit a spot that got me going insane.

I took my head back, eyes squeezing shut. "Haaahhhhhh....!"

Drevon grunted as he smeared my insides to the brim with his seed, holding me close as my release shuddered through my body, but he didn’t stop.

Drevon was ravenous, and I wondered what had gotten him worked up again. He’d been going hot and cold, and he took it out sweetly on my body, making me starve as he was to the point I don’t know which of us was losing our minds in lust.

"Drevon..." I whimpered as pressure found my chest, tears leaking from the corner of my eyes as I looked at him and became more... insatiable.

"I’ll always choose you," he muttered, brushing his lips against mine in a hungry kiss, tongue lashing inside my mouth like he couldn’t get enough.

I felt a throb from my neck, spreading through my entire body, and I could feel Drevon’s mess of emotions.

~•~

My lashes fluttered, and my eyes opened, feeling Drevon’s body pressed against mine from behind, with his hot breath brushing against my neck.

I squirmed to sit up. For a minute, I thought I’d wake him up, but after succeeding, Drevon didn’t stir. He must be very exhausted.

I didn’t want to wake him up, so I sneaked out of bed.

My steps were a bit wobbly, but after a few seconds, I got it right. We were back in Drevon’s chambers, and judging from how fresh and scented I was, I knew he had bathed me.

With a smile on my lips, I walked to the dresser, where the candelabra was lit.

Going closer, I pulled some of my hair to the side and angled my neck so that I could see the mark Drevon gave me, just between my neck and shoulder.

It was already scarred?

I thought it’d still have blood in it and fresh, but it was already like a birthmark.

I circled my finger on the uneven flesh, expecting it to hurt, but it only gave me tingles and a pleasant delight throughout my body.

A bliss took over as I closed my eyes, basking in delight. I chewed the inside of my mouth to keep from making a sound, my other hand going to cup my breast, but that was a jumpstart for me.

What am I doing?

I opened eyes, attempting to curse myself for acting weird, but I paused. I exhaled, and a cold steam followed. The room wasn’t cold; it was the warmest ever because Drevon had burned more wood in the hearth for me.

Then why was I breathing out cold air?